just let me jump into the lake and end my suffering!

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious to know what you think about Zuko's character arc, like did you like him betraying Katara and Iroh at the end of Book 2 or did you find it OOC? Did you like how he wanted throughout Book 3, cause to me he looked like a douchebag yelling at Iroh, hiring an assassin etc, really looked like Bryke was trying to make him as bad as possible and pair him up with Mai, to cancel him as a love interest for Katara.

I believe his betrayal of Katara and Iroh at the end of Book 2 was entirely necessary for his character arc. Zuko always showed himself as one who needed to make his own decisions and mistakes before he learned from them. His uncle could preach at him all he wanted, but Zuko only ever recognized Iroh’s truth after he’d pursued a goal to no avail. 

For example, the greatest turning point in Zuko’s story during Book 2 was when he let Appa go. Now, he wasn’t planning to do so. He only released Appa after much urging from Iroh, and Iroh’s explanation of Zuko’s past failings: 

Iroh: So, the Blue Spirit. I wonder who could be behind that mask …
Zuko: [Sighs and takes off the mask.] What are you doing here?
Iroh: I was just about to ask you the same thing. What do you plan to do now that you’ve found the Avatar’s bison? Keep him locked in our new apartment? Should I go put on a pot of tea for him?
Zuko: First I have to get it out of here.
Iroh: And then what!? You never think these things through! [Points at him.] This is exactly what happened when you captured the Avatar at the North Pole! You had him, and then you had nowhere to go!
Zuko: I would have figured something out!
Iroh: [Starts yelling.] No! If his friends hadn’t found you, you would have frozen to death!

Iroh is quick to tell Zuko that his lack of planning will ultimately lead to his downfall. He was never successful in the past because he never thought his schemes through. What did he really hope to accomplish by capturing Appa? What was his end goal? How exactly did he think revealing his identity in the Earth Kingdom’s only stronghold was going to play out? And this was after he went on a date with Jin, after his uncle had found some success in Ba Sing Se, and after Zuko had a taste of what a normal, peaceful life could be if he’d just let his destiny go. 

Zuko: I know my own destiny, Uncle!
Iroh: Is it your own destiny, or is it a destiny someone else has tried to force on you?

He was happy in Ba Sing Se, but largely so, because he had no other choice. His life no longer followed the trajectory he had planned— he couldn’t hunt the Avatar because doing so would mean revealing his location in Ba Sing Se and he couldn’t return home because he couldn’t hunt the Avatar.

Jump back up to Iroh’s last line listed above: Is it a destiny someone else has tried to force on you? That can easily be applied to his hunt for the Avatar, but look how easily can that also be applied to Zuko’s newfound life in Ba Sing Se! His actions — pursuing Appa the second he knew the bison was in the city, even after experiencing peace and success — prove that his life in Ba Sing Se was another destiny being forced on him. 

Now, I know you may be arguing in your head that Zuko’s metamorphosis proves that he had changed— but I don’t think so. I think Zuko’s metamorphosis proved he hadn’t, foreshadowed by this exchange: 

Zuko: Stop it, Uncle! I have to do this!
Iroh: I’m begging you, Prince Zuko! It’s time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions. Who are you, and what do you want?

His transformation in Book 2 was his wrestling with this question: What do I want? Zuko didn’t know. He had no idea. Everything was conflicting in his head. Did he want the Avatar? Did he want peace? Did he want to go home? Did he want this new life? This is particularly evident in the warring dragons in his dreams: 

Blue dragon: It’s getting late. Are you planning to retire soon, my lord?
Zuko: I’m not tired.
Blue dragon: Relax, Fire Lord Zuko. Just let go. Give in to it. Shut your eyes for a while.
Zuko slowly starts to shut his eyes but widely opens them upon hearing the other dragon.
Red dragon: No, Fire Lord Zuko! Do not listen to the blue dragon. You should get out of here right now. Go! Before it’s too late!
Blue dragon: Sleep now, Fire Lord Zuko.
The dragons disappear, and the room they’re in, as well as the guards watching Zuko, crumble to nothing. The blue dragon reappears in front of him. Two golden eyes appear, followed by the face of the blue dragon, which closes rapidly.
Blue dragon: Sleep. Just like mother!
Charges at Zuko and opens its mouth. Inside the dragon’s mouth, Zuko sees his mother, Ursa. Within that darkness, the camera draws closer to Ursa, who drops her hood.
Ursa: Zuko! Help me! 
Zuko disappears through the floor.

Later when Zuko awakens:

Zuko: What’s happening?
Iroh: Your critical decision. What you did beneath that lake. It was in such conflict with your image of yourself that you are now at war within your own mind and body.
Zuko: What’s that mean? 
Iroh: You are going through a metamorphosis, my nephew. It will not be a pleasant experience, but when you come out of it, you will be the beautiful prince you were always meant to be.

I think a lot of viewers take Iroh’s final comment as the end all and be all sign that Zuko was supposed to fully transform here and join the Avatar’s side, however, I do not believe this is the case. I believe Iroh’s comment wasn’t exactly wrong… it’s just interpreted incorrectly. Zuko did change when he woke from his coma: He didn’t change sides or soften or discern all of Azula’s lies, but as became evident in Book 3, Zuko woke from his coma and was able to finally recognize the truth in Iroh’s words

Let’s delve into the imagery of the metamorphosis… not only is he plagued by weird visions such as taking on Aang’s body, the dragons in Zuko’s dreams symbolize the two dueling sides of him. One part of him wants to enjoy the life he’s found in Ba Sing Se, evidenced by the red dragon warning him to get away from the influence of the blue dragon— 

[SIDE NOTE: Zuko may know that Azula always lies… but he always seems to fall for it i.e. that time she said father wanted him home. that time she said he’d be welcomed home. that time she gave him credit for killing Aang as a favor. that time she said the Agni Kai would be one-on-one]

—while the blue dragon represents his desires lying in the Fire Nation. He nearly succumbs to the blue dragon’s suggestion that he sleep, until the red dragon appears and warns him off. However, in the end, Zuko is charged by the blue dragon: He is swallowed by the blue dragon, and in the blue dragon’s mouth, Zuko sees his mother (representing his long-lost childhood desires— to protect those in need and be gentle/kind/innocent) calling for help, before sinking into the floor. 

What does this mean? Well, I believe it means that Zuko gave in to the blue dragon, and it was meant to foreshadow him giving in to Azula’s seduction in the Crystal Catacombs, rather than foreshadowing him saving sides. It also foreshadowed his recognition of his mistake and his distraught emotional state following his choice to betray the red dragon (Iroh (and Katara)). 

Again, to break it down even more so: 

Zuko wants to give in to the Blue Dragon’s request to sleep. 
In the real world, Zuko falls prey to Azula’s bait, challenging her to an Agni Kai and being imprisoned. 

Zuko is warned by the Red Dragon of his choices. 
In the real world, Iroh pleads with Zuko not to listen to Azula. Twice, actually. Once when Iroh flees the palace and Zuko says he’s done running, and again, below the city, when Iroh pleads with Zuko to make the decision he knows is right.

Zuko is swallowed whole by the Blue Dragon.
In the real world, Zuko falls into Azula’s scheme. Unbeknownst to him, Azula is using him— she knows she cannot defeat Aang and Katara alone, so she entices him with the promise of being welcomed home a hero. 

Zuko panics over the vision of his mother (innocence), but is ultimately lost to the Blue Dragon.
In the real world, Zuko is completely absorbed in the version of himself he thinks he needs to be. He is angry. He is violent. He is a betrayer. He has lost all connection to the innocence of his childhood and the image of himself that he nearly reconnected with during his metamorphosis. 

Furthermore, being lost to the Blue Dragon symbolized Zuko’s emotional and mental spiral in Book 3. He was incredibly unhappy, even after he sold his soul to come home. He’d lost it all. He had no one to blame but himself but he didn’t want to blame himself— he wanted to blame Iroh for being right all along. Zuko’s behavior towards Iroh was unacceptable, yes, but it was in character when you consider Zuko’s complete and utter implosion and the destruction of his soul in his decision to betray everyone. 

I fully believe the betrayal was Aaron Ehasz’s idea. In my opinion, it was fundamental to Zuko’s character. As long as he had the support and guidance of his uncle, Zuko would never transform on his own. He needed to hit rockbottom. He needed to realign himself with what he wanted, and the only way to do so, was to have everything he wanted and nothing at all at the same time. 

I do not believe it was a ploy by Bryke to destroy Zutara, as the pair came back together in Book 3 and were closer/stronger than ever. 

What Avatar struggled with the most was the timing of Zuko’s arc. Book 3 spent too much time focusing on useless episodes that could have been utilized to showcase Zuko’s actions in the Fire Nation and his resulting decision to leave his place there. His treason could have taken place earlier and, as a result, we could’ve spent more time with the transformed Zuko and the Gaang.

I also think Avatar suffered greatly by cancelling Book 4. If we’d had a chance to see Zuko rule as Fire Lord, I believe his transformation would’ve felt complete. 

“I love you”- Stiles Stilinksi

A/N: I am the worst person in the world, I haven’t posted in ages but I’m on my school break and I’ll try to post as much as I can!! This is the longest and worst imagines I have ever written mostly because I just plain suck at writing, so I am so sorry about this disaster x lol

Requested by anon

“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?! YN?!!” Stiles screamed as he ran through the hospital frantically trying to find his best friend. Scott had called him and told him that you were involved in an intense accident and Stiles immediately made his way to find you. Scott heard his screaming and quickly stood up from his seat, meeting Stiles halfway down the crowded hallway. “Scott, please! Where is she?!” Stiles shouted trying to look over Scott’s shoulder to try to find you. Scott kept his hands on his shoulders to keep Stiles from disturbing you while you tried to get your rest. “She needs to rest, Stiles. Let her rest. The nurse is going to call us when she’s able to have visitors. We have to wait, okay?” Scott said calmly as he sat Stiles down. “How long is this going to take, Scott?” Stiles asked as he wiped his tears from under his eyes and some tears escaped his fingers and ran down his flushed cheeks.

After 4 hours Stiles was still sitting in the waiting room outside your room, constantly checking in on you from your window and repeatedly asking your nurse if he could quickly visit you, only for 5 minutes and repeatedly being answered ‘no’ or ‘you have to wait until she wakes’. Scott was falling asleep in the waiting room and Stiles told him to go get some sleep and he would call him when you awoke but Scott insisted he would wait with him. Most of the time, Stiles would just pace around the halls of the hospital thinking of all the things he had regretted. Like how he was totally in love with you and as been for the past 3 years, if you didn’t survive, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. His one and only regret.

Y/N’s awake, you can go see her. Just be gently and quiet, she’s still a bit sensitive to loud sounds from the accident” the nurse said softly. Stiles jumped up from his seat and he knocked on the door, making sure he could come in but knowing you, he knew you would’ve immediately allowed him to come in anyway. “Come in” you said softly not knowing who was on the other side of the door. Stiles opened the door and you furrowed your brows. “Are you in the right room?” you asked curiously not recognising who the teenager was. “Come on, Y/N. You can stop with the jokes now.” he laughed relieved that you were okay.

“I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are or how you know my name but can you please leave before I scream for help.” you slowly sat up in your bed and gripped on your thin blanket tighter within each second that passed. “Y/N-” Stiles stepped forward and you started screaming. “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE’S TRYING TO HURT ME!!” a few nurses ran into your room and dragged Stiles out, asking him questions in the hallway and one nurse stood by your bed asking if you were okay or if you knew the guy who was dragged out of your room. No, you were not okay. No, you had no idea who he was but he knew who you were and you didn’t know how. You asked for a nurse for more information about the boy and all she said was that he claimed to be your best friend and it hit you, you couldn’t remember if you had a best friend, you couldn’t remember anything, not one thing.

You calmed down after a while but you were mostly just curious. If the boy and his other friend say their your friend, why can you only recognise the name, only the name. You slowly asked if you could talk to the both of them and if you could get any answers from them.

Stiles and Scott walked into your room and sat down next to your bed. “I’m sorry I freaked out before. I-I just panicked.” you looked down as you were fiddling with your fingers. “We asked if a doctor could give you tests and check ups for you, we are your best friends but you don’t seem to remember anything. We know there is something that isn’t right but we also want your permission for this.”  you nodded your head and sniffled, you were so confused about everything but you couldn’t do anything about it, you felt so alone. “Yeah, sure. That would be fine, I just need answers, I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me but I want to find out.” you looked at Stiles and he did nothing but wipe away the tears that tried to escape his brown eyes and you couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that had happened, though you didn’t know what that was.

*2 hours later*

You did tests, so many tests and the two boys waited for it to end. Throughout the whole process, your heart was beating out of your chest, I mean, you were pretty sure the people in the waiting room could hear it. You attempted to relax in your bed, wanting time to go faster but you were shaken out of your daydream when your doctor knocked on your hospital door with what you thought were your test results.

You sat up straight in your bed and tugged at the sleeves of your gown and the doctor stood at the end of your bed. “We called in your friends back-” he looked through the different pages. “They’re not my friends, I’ve never met them before.” you stared at the two boys standing by your door. “Now you see, there’s a reason why you may believe you have never met them before. You suffer from amnesia, your accident caused it and it may not be severe and you will be able to remember everything if you surround yourself with your friends and maybe try to spend time with them. It will probably trigger your brain and help you gain back all your memories.” you sniffled slightly and nodded your head. “You’ll be alright kiddo, trust me.” your doctor added and he turned round to made his way back out the door.

When he left the room, you broke down into tears, all those tears you had been holding back came out, flooding your eyes making your vision unclear. You felt strong arms wrap around your body and you glanced up to see who was hugging you but instead you just flung your own arms around him. “Thank you, Stiles.” you muffled into his now soaked shirt. “Anything for you, Y/N/N.” you chuckled and slowly let go of the boy. “I’m guessing that was my nickname? cute.” Stiles formed a little smile and glanced back at Scott who was still standing by the door. You patted the space next to your bed and told Scott to come over instead of just standing there and he did exactly what you asked.

After 3 days of leaving the hospital, you spent all that time with Scott and Stiles and their friends. They took you to the beach, all of their houses, the school, the lake house. Literally everywhere but nothing worked, not a single memory came back and within every passing day, you kept losing hope and faith.

You agreed to go to Stiles’ house after having dinner with the ‘pack’ as Stiles wanted to talk to you. You obviously didn’t mind and you were on your way back to his place. You both sat in the Jeep and the radio was playing quietly in the background. “I’m sorry.” he quickly glanced back at you. “For what? Yu have nothing to be sorry for.” you stared out the window and you were picking at your thumbs. “I can’t remember anything and I can tell it’s driving you insane.” you sniffled and looked at Stiles as he kept his focus on the road. “Now, that’s not your fault, it’s okay if you can’t remember. We’ll just have to keep trying.” he stretched out his hand from the wheel and placed it on top of yours and squeezed your hand. “We’ll figure it out together.” you smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder. Stiles watched as you looked at the sky outside and he kissed your head and returned his focus back to the road.

Once you made it to his house, you followed after Stiles as he opened the door and motioned you inside. Before you could do or say anything, you were pushed up against a wall and he pressed his lips against yours. Stiles moaned as you put an arm around his neck and pulled the ends of his hair. “I love you, Batman.” you said between kisses. All the memories came flooding in, all your feelings for this boy mostly and all you wanted to do was kiss him and make him yours. You didn’t want to lose the opportunity once again. “I love you too, Y/NN. I’m sorry if that was all sudden but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” “ Me too.”

Originally posted by lifeinabooktorn

anonymous asked:

Okay so inquisition companion reacts to inquisitor being a merperson (mermaid). The inquisitor gets nervous around water. Which explains why in game we can't go very far in the water before we respawn. Include romances?

Cassandra: She had always chalked up the Herald’s reaction nervous reaction about getting near water and covering up whenever it rained to intense hydrophobia and let it be. So when they accidentally trip and fall into Three Trout Pond, she mistakes their screaming for her to get back as screams for help, and she dives in after them– which is when she sees their legs have turned into a tail. She gawks at them in silence for several moments, eyes wide in surprise. “You– you’re a– merpeople exist?” she finally blurts. The Herald nods, eyes averted. She scowls and scolds them for not telling her. It raises a million new questions, but for now, she sighs and directs them behind the rock wall near the pond to come out and turn back to normal once they dry off, lest anyone except for those in the party see. Once they come clean with the whole truth, however, she readily adjusts to what they are. If Romanced: He pulled her aside from camp, one day, to the nearest body of water. She voiced her concerns, knowing his fear of water, but he just reassures her that all will be explained. He suddenly jumps into the water, to her surprise, and resurfaces, tail splashing the surface. After gasping and staring in surprise, she asks why he didn’t tell them sooner. After a long talk and questioning, she sighs and kisses him. “Thank you for trusting me.” she says, smiling fondly at him.

Blackwall: He was aware that the Herald seemed to be afraid of water, but didn’t question it much. It wasn’t until that fateful day at Three Trout Lake that the truth was revealed. Much like the others, he stares and stares for what seems like a long time, not quite sure if he’s really seeing what he’s seeing. “I- I– what is…” It takes him a few moments to find the words. “You’re a… merperson? Is that the term for it? I didn’t think your kind really existed… listen, my lips are sealed. Come on.” He glances around to make sure no one else saw, and quietly gets them to the surface to dry off and turn back. Once the shock as worn off, he’s curious and tolerant of the Herald. If Romanced: He was baffled when his girlfriend took him out to a pond one evening. “You sure you want to be here for a date?” he asks warily. “If you’re uncomfortable or scared, we can leave.” She just sighs and tells him to bear with her, and with that, she drops into the water, much to his alarm. He jumps in after her, but realizes that she needs no help at all after she dove in. Similarly, he stares and seeks out words that won’t come at first, but after an explanation and the surprise fades, he smiles at her fondly. “Never thought I’d be lucky enough to be one of those men in the stories who end up with a mermaid. I better get used to swimming, eh?”

Iron Bull: He knew the Inquisitor was hiding something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something. He didn’t buy their fear of water, and he found it strange that every time, right before they went off to bathe, their legs would be horribly chapped and dry. It was something he discovered by accident, as they never let anyone see their legs. Then they were perfectly normal after they came back. Once, the thought of mermaids hit him, but he shrugged it off– they didn’t exist. When he sees them come to the surface of the pond, looking abashed, mermaid tail revealed, he grins. “A-ha! That’s it!” He’s not even that shocked, he’s just happy to finally figure them out. He happily reassures them that it’s all fine with him, and he proceeds to ask a lot of questions. If he’s no longer with the Qun, and no longer reporting to the Ben-Hassrath, the Inquisitor answers his questions. If Romanced: His Kadan announces they have something to tell him in private, and he thinks he’s finally going to discover what their secret is. They pull him aside to a quiet, private little place with a pond, and he doesn’t question them or their fear of water. When they hesitate, he just nods with a reassuring smile. They dip into the water and reveal themselves, and after a moment of staring, he shakes himself and nods. “So that’s what it is. Weird, but neat. Thanks for trusting me, Kadan. I won’t tell anyone.” He does a cannon-ball into the water, and grins at them as he wades with them. “So, um… kinky underwater sex?” he asks, teasing, and he laughs as they splash him with their tail.

Sera: She had always thought the Herald’s aversion to water was a bit daft, but she was patient enough not to prank them using buckets of water. But when she sees the Herald surface, a fish tail now replacing their legs, she’s stunned and confused, so confused. “What the– what happened to your legs?! Are you… holy shite, you are! You’re a mer-thingy!” She just stares at them as they babble out an explanation, and she crosses her arms. “This is weird. Really weird, but…” She smirks. “I always thought there was something fishy about the way you acted around water.” She narrowly avoids getting soaked by a splash from the indignant merperson as a result. If Romanced: Her girlfriend dragged her away from camp one evening, and Sera’s befuddled when they come up to a pond. “Love, you friggin’ hate water. Let’s go.” she urges. To her shock, her girlfriend smiles at her and runs, diving into the water with gusto. Sera yelps and chases after her, but stops short at the when her lover comes to the surface, smiling nervously at her. Sera gawps at her, trying to make sense of what she just saw. “You’re– you’re a mermaid! A friggin’ mermaid!” Her girlfriend nods and explains the situation, and desperately hopes that Sera will understand. To her surprise, when she’s done talking, Sera hops into the water with her. She runs a hand over her cheek and splashes her with her free hand. “This is weird,” she admits, “but I still love you. Good thing I can swim, yeah?”

Varric: He had, on a few occasions, asked about the Herald’s aversion to water, asking if there was a story behind it. They hastily dodged the question or denied it every time, so he was going to be set on making up his own story. Of course, when he saw them fall into a pond and get a fish tail instead of legs, he realized he couldn’t tell this story; no one would believe him. After staring for a few moments, he grins widely. “Our leader is half fish. Please tell me you have stories to share! This is even better than I could have hoped for…” 

Cole: He knew; there was no moment of shock or revelation. Instead, he helps the Herald by helping them find water and making sure no one will see them when they go for a dip; they have to go into water now and then or suffer health consequences. When the others find out, the Herald’s a bit worried as to how they really feel, but he reassures them. “They’re confused,” he says, “but they’re curious and wondering. They’re not unhappy or scared. Some of them are happy that they know now.” He also gets the others to help the Herald with the aforementioned things.

Solas: Even he didn’t know that mermaids existed; either they were very well-hidden or came into existence after the fall of Arlathan. He had wondered what, exactly, was wrong with the Herald. Like Bull, he noted that they got ill if they didn’t go into water enough, and that they refused to be anywhere near the others if they had to. For once, he’s caught off-guard, and he stares for a few moments at the Herald before clearing his throat. “…I have questions.” he finally says, smiling reassuringly at them. “If you’re comfortable.” He starts looking into spells to keep them hydrated for longer, even in places like the Hissing Wastes. If Romanced: His vhenan took him from camp one evening to a small grove with a little pond. He quirked an eyebrow but did not question her, and he looked at her curiously. The man doesn’t even panic when she dives into the water; he just approaches the water’s edge and sees her surface, looking sheepish. After staring for a few moments, for once surprised, he smiles, to her shock. “This is why you were acting strangely before. I have questions, but for now… thank you for trusting me, vhenan.” His heart soared; he wasn’t the only one with a secret, and maybe if he could get up the courage, she’d be more understanding than he anticipated.

Dorian: He had never given much thought to mermaids; he didn’t believe they existed. He had found the Herald’s behavior unusual, but trying to ask them questions bore no fruit. It wasn’t until that day they fell in the pond was the truth revealed, and he stares for a good few minutes, jaw dropped. “You’re a merperson– they exist.” he finally gasps in awe. Then he grins, eyes lit up. “I have so many questions. This is fascinating! Oh, and you’re alright with me, don’t worry about that. Now, really, how does that work, when you get your tail…?” He also begins researching spells with Solas to keep them from drying out less readily. If Romanced: He was surely curious when the Inquisitor got him to go somewhere private with him, and even more so when he saw he was brought to a little pond. “What are we doing here, hmm?” he inquires. The Inquisitor asks him to bear with him, and watch. With that, he dives in with gusto, and Dorian hurries to the water’s edge. He’s left shocked as the Inquisitor surfaces and raises their fish tail above the water, looking at him hopefully. “You’re a merman.” he gasps, and the Herald nods his head. To his surprise, Dorian pulls off his clothes (lest they get wet) and hops into the water with him, blushing but smiling. “You’re lucky I like to swim.” he teases. “Don’t get me wrong, Amatus, I have a lot of questions. I’m in love with a merman. Me. It’s like one of those sappy fairy tales…”

Vivienne: If you had told her that merpeople existed, she would have laughed in your face. That is, up until the Herald careens into the water and is revealed to be one. She had always thought the Herald had a health condition they were hiding, but attempts to question them had never succeeded. This, however… even Vivienne found herself shocked by the revelation. She shakes herself into reality and clears her throat, trying to appear dignified. “So this is why you were so afraid of water,” she says, “you’re a merperson. I would have never imagined your kind existed.” She’s curious, of course, and agrees that it should be kept hidden; she aids the other mages in research and frequently nags the Herald to go take a dip if they appear too dry or unhealthy. When the Herald is in Halamshiral, she sternly tells them to stay away from any and all fountains, lest they get wet and everyone sees. If she sees them near one, she pulls them away and gives them a talking-to.

Josephine: Antivan lore was full of stories of this sort of thing– both tales of merfolk luring sailors to their deaths and tales of merfolk falling in love with sailors and coming upon land. Josephine loves them, of course, but never really believed them to be more than stories. So when the Herald is revealed in all their glory, she stares and stares before breaking down into excited giggles. “Oh, this is so amazing!” she squeals. “You have to tell me all about it– life under the sea, all of it!” She clears her throat and blushes sheepishly. “I agree we should keep it a secret, but… thank you for telling us.” If Romanced: She’s even more excited when her love takes a dip into the pond they brought her to on a date and reveals themselves. After staring and gaping, she squeals in delight– it’s just like a fairy tale. She kisses them and giggles. “It’s just like the tales from home. I never would have thought I would be the one to fall in love with a merperson.”

Leliana: She had had her suspicions from the start, but had never been able to find out what exactly the Inquisitor was hiding, and it irked her. When the Inquisitor finally shows her what they are, her brow raises. Once or twice, the thought had come to her of them as a mermaid, but she had dismissed it as too unlikely, probably impossible. “I see,” she finally says, “this is… unexpected.” She starts asking if they know any other mermaids who’d be willing to help spy for the Inquisition– eyes inside the Waking Sea would be a boon indeed.

Cullen: Ferelden legend had little to no mention of mermaids, and he hardly ever thought of them at all. So when the Herald pulls him and the other advisers away and show him by taking a dip in a pond, he’s utterly flabbergasted. “I– I don’t– you’re a– a–” He finally sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “A merperson. Maker’s Breath, I didn’t think your kind existed. No one did.” He takes to it well enough with time, though he becomes paranoid of the Inquisitor accidentally stepping in a puddle of water. If Romanced: He’s hesitant to take his apparently hydrophobic girlfriend to the lake, but she insists for some reason. He’s confused and worried for her and nearly has a heart attack when she jumps right into the lake, and he’s about to jump in after her when she surfaces and raises her tail. He gasps, loudly, and stares. Finally, he kneels down on the dock, putting a hand under her chin. “Is this why you were so afraid of water?” She nods and explains a bit, and finally, he nods. “Thank you for telling me.” To her surprise, he then takes off the armor and hops in with her.

Soldiers

Warnings: ANGST. wee bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Challenge: This was @angelschallenge  ‘s Spring Challenge. My prompt was Polliwog [it’s in bold letters in the text]

Word Count: around 1k

A/N: To be entirely honest to y’all, I don’t really like the ending. feedback is greatly appreciated :D Also really want to thank @impala-dreamer for quickly rushing the editting of this fic in her busy schedule. When I saw the mistakes I made, I was banging my head on my desk so thanks for saing my ass.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

There were very few times you had the luxury to act like a child when you were young. Being brought into the hunting life at a very young age and making it your first priority to protect your younger siblings, acting immaturely, having a normal childhood was just out of the question. And your family made damn sure you were aware of that. Every moment you spent as an actual kid and not a soldier in training you owed to Bobby Singer and the Winchester brothers.

Your family were best friends with the one and only John Winchester. When you were born, a total freak accident that was simply not supposed to happen, you entered the hunting life unwillingly, head first. Everything about the life was simply horrific. The blood, the pain, the physical and mental suffering, the traumatic experiences, images, none of it was made for people, never mind a seven-year-old girl with pigtails.

Then you met the two brothers, Sam and Dean, and that shitty reality became a bit more bearable. Because even though life was throwing at you all the shit that she could muster up, you had two people there for you, two wonderful boys you called your best friends. When your two twin siblings were born, not so much of an accident this time, you and the brothers swore to protect them. And by doing so you had to train more and forget your age. You weren’t a child, no. You were a soldier.

Once in a while, ol’ Bobby Singer would take all kids to the park, just to get you in touch with your age, give you a taste of what it’s like. His heart broke at all five of you being ripped of the right to be plain children. Ungrateful, whining, stupid, immature, happy children with toothless grins and unrealistic dreams. He’d let you run off, play baseball with the boys and push your and your little sister’s swings. Occasionally, you and Dean, whom you were closer to than Sammy, ran off to the lake near the park, trying to catch polliwogs and butterflies, giggling and making meatballs and cakes out of dirt, grass and flowers.

You could count those moments on one hand.

You eventually had grown to a powerful, graceful, strong, adventurous, and independent woman. Your 18th birthday soon arrived and you ran off with 21-year-old Dean, in his beloved impala, away for the night. The best night of your lives.

He surprised you earlier in the day by grabbing you mid-training by the waist and spinning you around. You shrieked his name, grinning like a mad fool. He made you change and took you to a grassy field surrounded by trees. He got out of the car, grabbing some beers from the trunk and a blanket, and spreading it on the hood of the car. He jumped on, pulling you with him and to his side.

You had obviously fallen for him; for the green eyed, golden-hearted, amazing person that he was. How could you not? You had known him as long as you could remember and could honestly not see your life without him.

You had leaned against each other, looking up at the sunset and admiring the beauty of it all. When the stars appeared in the sky you started explaining the constellations to Dean. You told him how you and Sam had done all-nighters just studying about them because they were so interesting. You pointed, titled, and talked about the stories behind each one. When you were out of lore, Dean started talking about the childhood memories, the pranks, the laughs, the shits and giggles, the parties, the drinks, the tears, the stories… You talked about everything until it was around 4 in the morning.

You looked up at Dean who stared at you lovingly, pulling you closer and drawing your lips to his. You kissed back, more willing than ever, wanting nothing more than to stay there for eternity.

Needless to say, Dean was your first. At everything. Your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and most of all, the one and only love of your life.

“Here’s to us,” you said, leaning against the cold stone. You placed the bottle of Johnnie on your lips and swallowed a mouthful, feeling the sweet liquor trailing down your throat leaving a soothing burn behind it. You leaned your head back on the silver lettering of the tombstone.

Dean Winchester

1979-2017

It never really stopped hurting. The moment that demonic motherfucker stabbed Dean’s spine and smiled so sickeningly wide, you felt your knees buckle. Of course the bastard is dead. Before he even made it a step further, he was on the ground with an angel blade in his throat. Dean was on his knees, with a hand on his chest, struggling to breathe. Blood was spilling from his mouth and a panicked look was on his face.

“No no no no,” you had cursed, falling to your knees in front of you. You grabbed him from his flannel, looking over his shoulder, to his back, inspecting the wound. It was clean through.

“Hey, hey look at me. Dean! You’ll be fine, Sammy and I will patch you up, you’ll be fine” you pulled him back to look at his beautiful eyes which were now dark and not focusing. “You’ll be fine, stay with me, keep your eyes open, come on.” I cupped one hand on his face, “Dean!” He felt boneless, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and fluttering shut.

You were crying. Of course you were. It had been months but the wound was fresh and all you could do was cry about the lost love of your life. Your dead best friend.

“Y/N?” A voice called out behind you. You didn’t move, watching Sam appear in front of you. “I thought I’d find you here,” he sighed, looking at the grave. You looked down, folding your legs to your chest. Sam took a seat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You glanced at the bottle, passing it on to him. He took a sip and placed his arm around your waist.

“It’s our anniversary,” you whimpered, your eyes brimming with tears.

“I know,” he whispered and tightened his hold on you. “What a great fucking birthday you’re having,” he muttered. You snorted humorlessly, nodding your head in agreement.

“I should’ve done something,” you said. “I should’ve seen the bastard coming, warned Dean, something.” You sniffled, burying your face in his neck and beginning to sob.

“This is in no way on you,” he said, letting you wet his shirt with your tears. He didn’t say anything else. He just let you cry it out, holding you close to him.

As time passed you became calmer, taking comfort in Sam’s embrace, eventually entirely stopping. You were left tired, drained, completely empty. Sam said nothing but got up and stretched his hand out to you. You stared at it and took it, letting him effortlessly pull you up. His hand didn’t leave yours, offering mental support.

“Come on.” He pulled you away from the tombstone. “Let’s go home”

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @potato-that-needs-therapy @imagining-supernatural @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @jpadjackles @winchestersnco @deanscolette @deanssweetheart23 @iwantthedean

Fox Stiles Rec List

For scruffysterek ;)

I hope you enjoy this my dear! As you’ve been so kid to pick a prompt from my list and just because you’re awesome in general, here are the massive results of my fox Stiles rec ;) And because I don’t know when to stop, you also have WIP fics, Abandoned but awesome and even some multi-shifter Stiles!! With some special mentions that I thrown in for the heck of it!!

** This is a little sign to let you know which fics you already rec for Fluffy and Angsty at wheredidhiseyebrowsgo, in case you don’t want to read the same again ^^


Fics that are Complete

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let’s Go! by redkislington / 614 w. / G

Derek is woken up on his birthday to a fox that invites him outside to play in the snow. Derek considers it a successful birthday.

Tell Me What You Want by wolfsbanearrow (Pixelicious) / 692 w. / Not Rated

“I can explain.”

“Good, I want an explanation.”

Once Upon a Time… or Something by Nanoochka / 752 w. / M

In which Stiles is cursed to spend eternity in the body of a fox and Derek is the unlikely hero of the story with a serious case of performance anxiety.

Find We Endure by skyshadedblue / 752 w. / E

A scent had been following Derek for days, achingly familiar and terribly surreal.

Meetings by swordcane91 / 966 w. / G / Warning : Sheriff POV + no confirmed Sterek

“Mom would have believed me.” The words had stung, but his son was right.

The Fox and the Hound by ArraFrost  / 768 w. / G

Because I can come up with original titles.

Wolf!Derek finds a small, albeit annoying little fox that will not leave him alone.

We’re Like ‘The Fox and The Hound’ (Only Less Depressing) by KaelsMiscellany / 987 w. / T

Stiles thought he’d spend his eighteenth birthday playing video games and high on sugar.

…Things didn’t really work out that way.

Day 16: Winter by ANE925 / 1148 w. / G

Stiles had never seen snow before so Derek takes him outside to play.

Trolls, Fire, Love. by SolitarianKnight / 1224 w. / T

Derek is injured when fighting a troll and Stiles comes to his rescue in his own sort of way.

Trampolines are Distracting by kungfunurse  / 1345 w. / Not Rated (G)

What it says on the tin.

lost in us by allhalethekings / 1775 w. / G

The instant Stiles cracks open an eye, he knows something’s different. In the second instant, he sighs because he knows exactly what’s different.

Adopting a hybrid - sterek addition - by LucifersHitman / 2002 w. / E / warning : mostly pwp

PROMPT: . Your Destiel fic ’ adopting a hybrid ’ have you considered writing a Sterek version? Like Derek adopting little fix hybrid Stiles and Stiles riding the fuck out of him in panties at night because I would really really like that ….

Chase Me by hexthejinx / 2097 w. / G

He snarls, baring his teeth in an obvious display of hostility. Now that he knows he’s dealing with another shapeshifter he can drop all the pretence of being a human. “A fox.” The way he utters the word makes it sound like an insult. In fact, it probably is. It’s not Derek himself who is prejudiced or spiteful, but his wolf. There’s an ancient voice deep inside his head, like an instinct, telling him that everything smelling of a fox or a coyote is an enemy and needs to be hunted down.

The guy isn’t moved in the slightest by Derek’s behavior. He keeps his cool, standing with his hands buried inside the pockets of his hoodie. “Youkai-kitsune, if you want to be specific.” That little smile is still on his face, and it drives Derek crazy.

**Chase Me Through The Trees, Mister Wolf by MissDizzyD / 2116 w. / G

“Stiles was… happy. Really happy. Happy in a way that had the forest singing to him, urging him to go and play and frolic and let his fox have some fun for once.”

Warm and Safe by hazelNuts / 2155 w. / T

He noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was very faint, but strong enough for Derek to follow it. There was a hint of human and some other animal. The scent was laced with fear and sadness. He approached cautiously. There was no telling what he would find.

**Dirty Paws by stayingputwouldbeablunder / 2772 w. / T

But now is not the time for worrying about Scott’s inability to fry eggs over easy because the most important person in the kitchen is Derek. Who is in nothing but black boxer briefs. And his eyes are glowing.

Stiles might die before he ever shifts. Oh no, there go his ears.

Evenly Matched by alocalband / 3144 w. / M

Stiles gets turned into a fox. Somehow this impacts Derek’s life just as much as his own. (post 3b)

One Step Closer by Anrym / 3242 w. / T

The wolf was huge. His reddish fur and his and his big, snarling fangs gave him a very frightening look.Stiles was paralyzed. He watched as the wolf took a sniff at him and growled deep in his throat.He could definitely smell another Alpha on Stiles.

Seamless by iamfrenchy / 4201 w. / G

It feels odd, my bones when I’m away from him. It feels like my anxiety and ADHD gets worse when he isn’t close by and I can’t seem to understand why he makes me feel calm until I can feel him.

Or the one that sterek are mates and they love each other on top of all of the crazy that happens.

**Whiskers and Paw prints by LucifersHitman / 4819 w. / E

Derek finds Stiles as a fox, brings him home to the Hale family and they take him in after finding out that his family were killed by hunters, slowly the pair fall for eachother and when Stiles hits 16 hes had enough of Derek running away and takes matters into his own hands with a little help of the family too finally get his mate ~

Just one of the pack by pterawaters / 5370 w. / E / Warning : mostly pwp + skittles

Stiles is the new kid, well new kitsune in town. It doesn’t take him long to catch the attention of Scott McCall and Derek Hale, the leaders of the Beacon Hills wolf pack. Stiles isn’t sure he’ll be a good addition to the pack, until Scott and Derek convince him otherwise.

The Fox and the Alpha by InTheArmsofaThief / 5422 w. / T

It wasn’t everyday he was running for his life. Even rarer was this moment when a wolf jumped into his path. That definitely had never happened before.

Or the one where Stiles is Tod and Scott is Copper and they’re bestest friends forever even when a not-wolf comes between them.

A New Face, A Change of Pace by SterekoTypes / 5424 w. / G

Were-foxes are considered the lowest of the low. Hated by the majority of the were community, they are forced to live in poverty and suffer the worst society has to offer. For families that have were-fox children, they are treated with contempt and hatred. Many families have to give their children away, to wealthy people who can protect these weres. That was what Sheriff Stilinski had to do for his only son, Stiles. Stiles began to develop his were tendencies the summer before his senior year. This means that he has to uproot and move in with the Hales.

Black & Orange - Wolf & Fox by wordsncolours / Series / Total 6203 w. / T

Part 1 : How Stiles is saved by Derek

Derek could smell the werefox miles before he reached it. The dark wolf stood still as he listened closely. There it ran, its little heart hammering hard in fear. No surprise, he thought, considering the fact he was hunted

Or: How Stiles is saved by Derek.

Tonight, The Foxes Hunt The Hounds by 50_points_for_ravenclaw / 6313 w. / T

kristsune said:

prompts? Hmmm well, something I like to ask for, but not many people like to deliver is serial killer sterek. It’s a thing for me. If it’s not for you, I’d also totally love fox!stiles and wolf!derek :D

**Seasons in Beacon Hills by dragontattoo75 / Series / Total 6404 w. / E

Part 1 : Summer in Beacon Hills

Warm summer days are perfect for swimming in the lake, deep in the Beacon Hills Preserve. Afterwards, Stiles likes to dry his fur in the sun while he listens to the doves in the nearby trees, and feel the light breeze tickle his whiskers.

Suddenly you’re standing still by gottalovev / 7669 w. / E

A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he’d never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn’t been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)

Werefox Stiles by blue_sweater / Series / Total 9747 w. / E

Part 1 : Little Hot Mess

Derek is fox-sitting a newly turned werefox Stiles. Hilarity ensues. And cute foxy Stiles.

**Back to Beacon Hills by surrenderdammit / 10496 w. / E

Stiles is a born werefox, returning to Beacon Hills with the hopes of starting over and finding some sort of home again. Maybe he can finally stay in one place long enough for his scent to catch.

After Everything by iamfrenchy / 10555 w. / M

Being courted by a Sourwolf was the last thing that Stiles ever expected to happen but it did and he finally had the chance to just be with Derek. But things happen and the couple face up against powerful monsters and they try their best to survive everything.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek have crap luck but they love each other so everything is fine, as long as they are…

**Heartbeat, It’s A Lovebeat by eric_idle_rules / 11617 w. / M

A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he’s watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason… but he still manages to find Derek.

**The Fox and The Wolf by YourLovelyAlpha / 12066 w. / T

Derek finds an ordinary fox, that is until the gold tendrils begin to leak out of its leg wound.

Hit the Ground Running by writer_in_a_TARDIS_blanket / 12911 w. / T

Stiles ran. What else could he do? He’d been running so long it had become instinct to run when things got bad. So he ran, he ran far and fast. He ran to where no-one could find him, Beacon Hills, CA.

Run Little Red Fox by RileUpTheMasses / 18483 w. / T

Fox!Stiles. Living on the run might not have been the best way to survive, but when you’re a Werefox with no family and no friends, what other choice do you have? Narrowly escaping hunters, getting mixed up in a war with alphas, Stiles is positive that life is out to get him. The weird vet is convinced that Stiles will be able to help defeat the alphas and protect the pack, but what can one injured Werefox do against a pack of murdering alphas?

the one where there’s an Irish faerie and Stiles is a fox(literally) byOneSmartChicken / Series / Total 18683 w. / G

Part 1 : The Tale of The Grizzled Pup

Stiles gets turned into a fox, and it’s sort of awesome, and this is a terrible summary.

**The one where Stiles is a werefox by janonny / Series / Total 19234 w. / M

Each story in the series is a complete story on its own.

Part 1 : That Depends On How You Define Werewolf 

A College Werewolf Romance by Stereklover11 / 20717 w. / E

Derek is a janitor and student at Beacon Hills University. He meets Stiles Stilinski, an energetic and quirky Freshmen with an awesome job. His feelings grow the more time he spends around Stiles. There’s just one problem…Derek is a werewolf, which could be dangerous for Stiles. They eventually fall in love after some rough patches and intense confessions. :)

YES, this MIGHT be similar to Twilight. But only a little.

**Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. by LucifersHitman / 21096 w. / E

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He’s not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, ADHD riddled fox kid who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn’t go at all like Stiles expects.

the amber of the moment by redhoodedwolf / 23205 w. / M

Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

**A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie, daunt / 25800 w. / M

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Art by Daunt.
Story by Brie.

**Adventures and Explorations by Survivah / Series / Total 30344 w. / T to M

Part 1 : A Simple Life 

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

Dirty paws and furry coats by queerly_it_is / 57621 w. / E

Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.

Stiles Stilinski and the Lupine Amulet by tresa_cho / 66636 w. / M

A howl shredded the eerie calm around them and Stiles jerked. He whirled in place, trying to keep his hands on Scott’s wound while looking for the werewolf. When the creature didn’t reappear, Stiles forced his heart back into his chest. And then he saw a figure crest the ravine.

It wasn’t the werewolf. It was a wolf wolf. Legit, the largest, hugest wolf Stiles had ever seen in his life. Stiles dug his fingers into Scott’s skin as the wolf slipped down the ravine towards them. The bat was next to the fire, well out of reach, and Stiles didn’t have anything to defend himself with. Maybe if he held his breath and didn’t move, it wouldn’t see him-

**until we become something new by Spikedluv / 73529 w. / E

When Stiles is bitten by a werefox, his problems have only just begun. An old enemy returns, and new ones appear. It’s Beacon Hills, after all.

**Once Bitten by minkscantsew / 183165 w. / M

Stiles gets bitten by a werefox that’s running loose on Hale lands.

The pack helps him deal with his new were status while searching for the fox who bit him in hopes of reversing the bite.

But is the werefox really their biggest problem?


Work in Progress Fics (updated in 2015)

In The Woods Somewhere by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) / 12022 w. / E / Warning : WIP  + some Steter (mostly non-con)

Peter travels with various carnivals, showcasing a massive black wolf he parades as a man-eating beast. In his caravan he keeps Stiles, his most precious possession who is much more special than he may outwardly appear. Stiles feels a kinship with the creature through their mutual captivity, so when he makes his escape he frees the wolf as well. Like Stiles though, the wolf is also more than he appears.

Orange Greater Than Red by RoaringWolf75 / 13433 w. / E / Warning : WIP

Soon after Werewolves became known, they took over. The era of man died, and anew era was born. What is left of mankind now lives under the shadows of Werewolves; under the ruling royal family: the Hales.

Stiles is no one. He is a poor pickpocketing thief that lives in the Slums of the capital city, and hates Werewolves. He is happy to avoid and never see any Werewolf. That all changes when his best friend, Lydia, forces him to stand in front view of the monthly royal walk; to watch the royal family change into their wolves underneath the Full Moon.

The night grows worse when Stiles finds out something he wished was nothing more than a nightmare. In front of King Jace Hale and Prince Derek Hale, Stiles finds out he is something that was thought to have died off decades ago.

Stiles is a WereFox, the last WereFox in existence. WereFoxes are more powerful than Werewolves; Stiles is more powerful than his ruling king. But power is a dangerous game to play.

Call of the wild by Fox_Pause / 15701 w. / Not Rated / Warning : WIP

Running through the dense forest had been Stiles’ favorite thing to do ever since he was turned some time ago. He loves the way the wind rushes through his fur and he loves the feeling of his paws scraping against the ground. He just didn’t enjoy it so much when the hunters are hot on his tail.

Balance by School_Holic / 19502 w. / T / Warning : WIP

Once possessed it never goes away. You end up with something from the exchange.

The Fox In The Woods by Maze (Events_Ending_In_Chaos) / 20291 w. / Not Rated / Warning : WIP

Derek finds a strange fox in the woods, he would have never thought how much it could change his life.

The Fox Who Ran With Wolves by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle / 29928 w. / E / Warning : WIP

Stiles is something of an oddity. Not only is he a fox born to human parents, he’s a fox whose also an alpha. And that just didn’t happen. Foxes were supposed to be omegas. Potential mates for alphas and betas who would bear their children and bring balance to an alpha’s power. Only, much like the rest of Stiles’ life, things never seem to go quite as planned.

(Or the AU where as an evolutionary jump, humans began being born with animal features. Eyes, ears, tail, ect. These hybrids live alongside humans with relative peace. But much like any world, there are bound to be issues.

What Does the Fox Say? by sastielhugs / 31149 w. / M / Warning : WIP

Follow the story of werefox!Stiles trespassing the forbidden lands of the werewolves and meeting true alpha Derek Hale who’s still under the leading hand of his uncle, while Scott has his own pack in the other end of the woods. The creatures happen to have problems when someone or something is trying to take them down and blame them for the many murders in Beacon Hills during the summer. Even that can’t stop Stiles from finding new adventure and mate in the face of Derek Hale.

200 years ago, when Beacon Hills was just a village and controlled by humans, the area around was fought over by two different species – the werefoxes and the werewolves. Some died until the elders made a truce. The area was outlined with equal parts for the foxes and for the wolves. No one had the right to enter the other area without permission from the alpha Wolf or Alpha Fox. No one broke the rules in those 200 years…
Until…

Fox Tails and Nursing Majors by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account) / 42908 w. / T / Warning : WIP

“Please don’t be a someone.” Derek begs every deity he knows while stepping out of the car, and his prayers are unanswered when he makes out the lean body of a boy.

Not What I Was Looking for, But Glad I Found it by ogeemattyb / 67497 w. / T / Warning : WIP

Stiles is a Fox Spirit, and his best friend was just turned into a werewolf. Life is going to get a whole lot more interesting around Beacon Hills now.

Or

The one where Stiles was a Kitsune from the get go, and how that completely changed everything that happened.


Abandoned Fics but Awesome

And Stranger Things by Rosada / 2611 w. / T / Warning : probably abandoned + alternate universe Mononoke-hime | Princess Mononoke  

After a vicious attack on his village by the Emperor’s Hunters, Derek can feel the cursed bullet in his side sucking out his life. Yet he crawls forward to the only place that he knows he will not be followed–the Spirit Forest. He expects to die in peace there, beneath the trees, but perhaps the spirits are kinder than legends say.

A Fox in the Wolf House by little_red_stiles_hood / 2618 w. / G / Warning : probably abandoned + pre-slash

Foxes and wolves don’t mix, at least that is how it was before a pregnant fox trotted into the Hale’s den one midsummer afternoon.

The Alpha’s Fox by DaddyDylan / 2832 w. / E / Warning : probably abandoned

The leaves were muted and lifeless when the fox was given to him. It was tradition, he knew, for the coming of age Alpha to get a foxling from the rest of the forest—as a thank you for the protection the Alpha would surely give the rest of the forest from humans and other threats.

Or the one where werefox!Stiles is given to Derek for protection.

Being Found by IndigoWinterFandoms / 3514 w. / M / Warning : probably abandoned

A tale of adopted family, clumsy courtship, and two equally dorky idiots stumbling through their feelings.

Or,

An AU in which the Hale family never burned, Stiles is an orphaned werefox and found by the pack at a very young age, True Mates are a thing, and Kate Argent is still a fucking psycho.

What The Fox Said by Anrym / 4418 w. / M / Warning : probably abandoned

When Derek Hale returned to the Hale house for the first time after the fire, he never expected to find a fox living in his old bedroom, never mind a talking one.

(For Your Sake) I Hope Heaven and Hell are Really There by Bananafofo / 10780 w. / E / Warning : probably abandoned + pre-slash

Claudia Stilinski was one of the last of her kind. One of the foxes; the cunning tricksters that have outsmarted nearly every other nightmare from the beginning of time. Unfortuantely, they although they could outsmart, they could not outrun them, thus giving Claudia her status as one of the last, however not the very last. Her boy, Stiles as he liked to be called now, was one of them.


Multi-Shifter Fics

Originally posted by shinsong

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears, Oh my (god)! by day / 4253 w. / Not Rated / shifter stiles

Stiles moves into Beacon Hills when he’s 18. He doesn’t know about the werewolves or the town hunters or the crazy amount of supernatural shit that goes on, because if he did, he would have hightailed it the fuck out of there instead of buying a small apartment and actually settling down.

So when he catches the scent of wolves on his jog, he groans and fights the urge to fling himself to the concrete and throw a tantrum impressive enough to rival any and all five year olds. He settles for sitting down on the scorching concrete and cursing his life choices.

In which Stiles can shift into any animal he wants and somehow the pack doesn’t find out until Stiles’ ~dramatic~ reveal.

(I’m serious it’s dramatic)

He’s…something by countrygirlsfun / 11336 w. / G / shifter stiles

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.


Special Mentions

If This Is a Rom-Com, Kill the Director by akaVertigo  / 693 w. / G

God, Derek was totally going to give him crap about the cage.

It Started With Fox Ears by thelucky13 / Series /Total 2362 w. / E / PWP

Part 1 : Fox Ears Are A Blessing 

The fic where Stiles has really sensitive ears and Derek uses it to his advantage. Sexually of course. mhmm. Sex.

The Runaway and The Wolf by slammy17 / 5984 w. / T / WIP / girl Stiles

Set in Medieval times. Gerard Argent likes rare things, one of his favorite rare things had been a werefox by the name of Claudia. When Claudia had escaped from Gerard’s clutches, she goes off and starts her own family. Years later Claudia passes away due to illness leaving her daughter and husband. Gerard somehow find out about Claudia’s daughter causing her to leave her home and father to keep him out of Gerard’s wrath. We now find Stiles years later. What happens next?

And now the fun begins by WolfandFoxareAwesome / 10814 w. / E / WIP

Derek “Rescues” Stiles from the Sheriffs office.

And thats where the fun begins…..


And that’s it my dear scruffysterek :)
I hope you loved the rec and that you’ll have plenty of fun to read all of these :D
Till next time darling (you did make another suggestion, that will come soon ^^)


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anonymous asked:

Senpai, can I ask for something really sad or angst?with RFA and Saeran reactio about selfless MC, who always put someone before themself. Thank you :)

i just realized nearly 75% of the asks in my inbox are angst/sad-centric. another asker essentially asked the same question like you, nonnie, but with your ask, i decided i’ll write the scenario as a ficlet. (but seriously, you guys love seeing the poor mysme characters in pain! like bruh!) nahhh, lol, i’m pulling your leg. i have a penchant for my favs’ suffering as well! wow i sound horrible…onward with the story!


Somehow, you managed to lure the entire RFA out of the warmth and comfort of Jumin’s private log cabin. Why the heck would anyone want to stay inside when there’s snow covering the ground for all the eye can see?! Plus, Jumin said there was a local lake where you guys can go ice skating and everything - it was a seal of the deal for you.

Cheerfully you trudged through the two feet deep snow without a care in the world. Saeyoung follows suit, and soon you two are holding hands. Meanwhile the rest lug behind, struggling to weather the cold environment.

“J-Jumin, a-a-are you sure there’s a-actually a lake o-out here?!” Zen says through clenched teeth. He’s holding both of his arms, trying to preserve warmth. Even though he’s wearing three layers of long sleeved shirts, a jacket, earmuffs, and gloves, Zen still complained how cold it was.

“Yah. Fo’ sure.” 

You stifle a loud laugh to yourself. God, you should’ve never let him listen to your playlist of rap songs…Lately’s he’s been talking nothing but slang, much to dismay of Yoosung, Jaehee, Saeren, and Zen; and the delight of you and Saeyoung. 

The ever-so serious and uptight CEO trying to use slang, absolutely emotionless at the same time…Jumin can be so…deadpan. 

You share a secret smile with Saeyoung. He flashes a grin back, and squeezes your hand. A bit worriedly, you side-eye his bare hand, exposed to the frigid air. This loveable fool “forgot” to bring his gloves from the cabin. Despite Jaehee’s offer to give him her spare gloves, he out right refused, saying, ‘it was an excuse to hold your hand 24/7!

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XF Fanfic

Title: She Blames Herself
Chapter: ½
Word Count: 1376
Timeline: post-ep “Home Again”
Feedback: This is literally the first time I’ve ever written anything (let alone fic) so hit up my askbox with any feedback, good or bad. Honestly feel free to rip this apart. You can find all of my work on ao3 or in my fic tag. This entire ficlet can be found here! Thanks for reading <3


She jerks herself from a fitful sleep back into a muddled consciousness. She’s on her back, muscles tensed and jaw clenched. Her hands are balled so tightly into fists that her nails have left deep groves in her palms. She slowly unfurls her cramped fingers to run her hand through her disheveled, crimson curls but stops as she brushes the dampness of tears covering her cheeks. Her breathing is labored and she finds it increasingly difficult to allow breath into her lungs. Abruptly sitting up, leaning herself roughly against the oak headboard, Scully wraps her arms around herself tightly, anticipating the sobs that will soon be wracking her small frame.

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Your Best Friend Dies

Masterlist | Request 

Disclaimer: This preference may be upsetting as it includes ideas of car accidents, terminal illnesses and murder. If you’re likely to become upset please ignore it. Stay safe everyone xx 

Luke: 

 "Luke! Stop it!“ You laugh as he tickles your sides. Alas the tickling continues and you grab a pillow to defend yourself. "You shall not tickle me. Bow down to me you peasant.” You demand, a smile tugging at your mouth. He caves and gets onto his knees. “Fine, m'lady you win. Please be gentle.” You chuckle and crack your knuckles.

 "Not this time Lukey boy.“ You start battering him with the cushion as he laughs. It’s oddly therapeutic to beat someone with a pillow. 

 The phone starts ringing and you point at him, a steady look in your eyes. "You will not move until I say so. The communicator beckons me.” You two are weird, it’s something everybody gets used to. 

 "Hello?“ You stifle a laugh after seeing Luke making faces. "Y/N, it’s Martin. It’s about Y/BFF/N. Sh-She was in an accident and- she…” Sobs come down the line and the pillow you were clutching falls to the ground. Martin is Y/BFF/N’s boyfriend and usually a pretty serious guy so whatever happened must be serious if he’s crying. 

 "She what? Is she okay?” You shoot down the line as panic flares across your body. As if sensing your terror, Luke pulls himself up and wraps his arms around you silently

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Crushes and Crutches: Chapter 3

X-men Apocalypse
 Pairing: Nightsilver/Quickcrawler 
Rating: idk if you’re sensitive to swearing don’t read it 
Warning: awkward flirtation and puns, proceed with caution :p
Notes: 
+Homosexuality (boy X boy) in this so if you’re against it, don’t read it dipshit
+I’m not going to type Kurt’s accent because I’m lazy
+Once again remember this is the first fanfic I’ve written, so please don’t get angry ;-;
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After breakfast, Hank told the group to suit up, they were starting lessons today. They all groaned, after the fun they had yesterday, they didn’t want to do much work. Feeling the undetermined aura the young X-men emitted, Hank said “Don’t worry, there will be two breaks in which you can all fool around again.” Making the group brighten up a little.

Once the group had changed they all gathered again. Peter placed himself next to Kurt who was fixing his sleeve. The speedster cleared his throat to get Kurt’s attention. He then said “Hey Kurt, there are 21 letters in the alphabet right? Oh, wait I forgot u r a q t.” Followed by a wink.

Kurt stared for a moment and then laughed “How did you forget five letters my friend? Haha, you might need to get your memory checked.” Peter stared at the blue mutant. ‘Damn it, why does he have to be so adorably clueless?!’ He thought a little frustrated, but not really, because damn that reaction was cute.

Peter was about to make another attempt at flirting, when Hank started talking. ‘Way to kill the mood teach’ Peter inwardly complained. Jean rolled her eyes at this.

“Alright, first lesson, I’m going to teach you what plants you can and can’t eat out here. Don’t want you to get sick in an emergency situation.” And with that they started a hike through the woods, Hank pointing out plants here and there, and Peter trying (and failing) to flirt with Kurt more.

Peter then noticed some small bright blue flowers, he then piped up “Hey teach, those do anything?” Hank looked, “No, won’t do you any good, or any bad really. Those are Myosotis, or more commonly know as forget-me-nots.” Peter hummed, an idea popping into his head.

Once the group started walking again, Peter took a long second to pick some of the little blue flowers and form them into a flower crown. He then walked over to Kurt, time still slow around him, and took a moment to admire his long tail, soft hair and beautiful Crimson rimmed eyes (and check out his ass). He then placed the crown on Kurt’s head and continued on as if nothing happened.

Kurt jumped a little feeling the unknown presence on his head. He gently removed the crown from his head. A smile graced his lips after realizing what it was. “Did you make this Peter?” Kurt asked turning to his friend.

“Huh? Oh yeah, that was me.” Peter said trying to sound disinterested and look cool. He turned to look at the mutant and- oh shit, is that blush on Kurt’s face? He couldn’t quite tell, but he really hoped it was. “Just though you’d like it.”

Kurt smiled at him gently, effectively making Peter’s face turn pink and his heart skip a beat. “Well, I do like it, thank you my friend.” Kurt said, placing the crown back on his head, and teleporting forward to show his new crown to Jubilee and Ororo.

Peter watched the blue mutant with a triumphant grin on his face.

‘Flirtation attempt number….. 15? successful.’

He then heard Jean’s voice in his head. ‘just so you know, those pick up lines were terrible’ This caused him to look over at Jean. ‘They were not!’ Jean raised her eyebrow. ’“What’s your favorite silverware? Mine is to spoon”?’ 'Okay, that one might not have been my best-’ 'The Tennessee one was a complete failure, he didn’t get it at all.’ 'Oh my god leave me alone, Jean.’ ’“I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me”’ 'Stoooooooop!’

Jean just gave him a mischievous grin and returned her attention to Hank who was telling them how to be sure a plant, berry, or even bug was edible. Seeing the the patch of berries that had gotten Hank started on his little lecture, Peter walked over to Kurt and pointed to the berries and said “You look BERRY cute in that crown, Kurt.” Making Kurt giggle.

“Thank you, I’d respond with a pun, but I don’t know berry many.” Kurt said, while winking, making Peter’s face transform into a giant grin. “That was perfect, oh my gosh Kurt you’re a genius.” Peter said, wrapping his arm around Kurt, giving a side hug.

Hank then checked the time, and announced they were now heading back for their first break

Peter then realized how little space there was between Kurt and himself and let go. “Well, flower prince, race you back to camp!” “You’re on, pun master!”

The race ended in a tie. And with Peter crashing into (and landing on) Kurt, not expecting the blue mutant to teleport in front of him.

Peter pushed himself up “Shit, Kurt are you okay?! Sorry I didn’t expect you to be there!” Kurt lifted his head off the ground “No, it’s okay my friend, I just didn’t expect you to be running where I was teleporting” he responded with a small laugh. Peter gave a relieved sigh.

“Jeez Kurt, you really have me FALLING for you.” Peter said with a wink. This caused Kurt to break out laughing, not realizing the truth there was in the joke Peter had told. And Peter was okay with that, he wasn’t quite ready for Kurt to know.

Peter then helped the blue mutant up, and was about to say something when something in the trees across the lake caught his eye.

“Hey Kurt do you see that?” Kurt looked across the lake. “What?” “That brown thing, over there behind those bushes.” Kurt squinted his eyes a little, and spotted it “Yes I see it. It looks like some kind of animal, a deer maybe?”

Peter frowned. “It looks too big to be a dear.” “Maybe a moose then, are there any here?” “Your guess is as good as mine Blue.”

They were both startled when they heard commotion behind them. They spun around, only to see their friends emerging from the woods.

“Dude, Chewbacca is totally the best character!” Jubilee exclaimed. Scott shook his head “No the best character would definitely have to be Han Solo obviously!” “Well, either way, can we all agree that C3-P0 is pretty annoying?” Jean cut in, causing Jubilee and Scott to exchange a look. “Yeah.”

Peter turned back around looking for whatever they had just seen, but saw nothing. Had that been what he saw that morning? It bugged him a little, but he decided to let it go.

“So, who’s up for a few rounds of sharks and minnows in the lake?” Peter called, already in his swimsuit. The group agreed, excited to cool off in the lake’s water.

“No using you power to cheat this time Peter!” Scott yelled.

“You wound me Scott, I would never!” Scott rolled his eyes and turned to leave for the tent. “Unless it meant annoying you.” Peter said quietly. “What was that?” “Nothing!”

Chapter End.

BeginningChapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Care to Make a Wager?

“Can you write Brett and Liam, like their normal day without each other (both thinking of each other though), a lacrosse game facing off against each other, and then both of them together for cute/fluff stuff?”- castielpimpofthelord

“Mr. Talbot.”

Silence.

“Ahem. Mr. Talbot?”

A few students laugh nervously in the background.

“Mr. Talbot.”

Brett’s head snaps up from the paper he’s scribbling on.

“Looks like the third time’s the charm. It’s great to see you so incredibly absorbed in your writing. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look much like history.”

Mr. Johnson plucks the scrap of paper off Brett’s desk, making him wince. Johnson has a reputation for reading notes aloud. 
His eyes brush over it for a second before he drops it back on the desk.

“We’ll talk after class,” he sighs, and walks back to his podium to continue his lecture on the civil war.

Brett quickly shoves the paper back in his bag. ‘Liam’ written in various fonts and sizes, with a crude sketch of a wolf in the corner, isn’t exactly something he needs his classmates seeing. 

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thepurplesoccerball  asked:

Can you do a huddling for warmth oneshot? Thanks <3

“This is ridiculous,” grumbles Sirius, inches away from Peter’s face. 

Rubbing his hands over his arms, James narrows his eyes. “Did you want to get up from the huddle to find Madam Pomfrey with only your pants on?”

Sirius turns his frown towards the pile of wet clothing beside them. He reaches a hand out to grab his trousers, but Remus aims a kick at him. “We’ve been over this, Padfoot, that’ll make it worse.”

“Why didn’t we take our wands again?” asks Peter, his eyes watering from the cold. 

“Because someone dared us to jump in the lake after dinner,” Sirius replies, throwing James a look of disdain, “and we’ve had a ‘no wands at meal times’ rule since third year and that incident with Lucy Talkalot.” 

James scoffs. “If it was such a bad idea, why did you agree to it?”

“Impulse control issues.” 

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A Ghost of You

Part of the 5 Years Later series (x)

Warnings: Sad :(

A/N: All characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling

Italics are either your internal thoughts, a letter, or a daydream. I put a couple (~*~*) to set apart the daydream

Meet your cat, Snuffles (x) :D He’s a pretty chill cat!

Masterlists Here (x) (x)

You knew it was impolite of you to leave, but you couldn’t stay any longer. Every word that came out of Fred’s mouth pierced your heart. You couldn’t help but compare Fred to Harry. Even though Harry insisted he wanted to work alone, he reluctantly accepted his friend’s help. What was so special about Fred’s line of work that made him shut them out? The threat of death and the danger of going against You-Know-Who were accepted weights upon your friends’ shoulders. What was the danger in one more risk?

When you arrived at your flat, you were surprised to find it empty aside from your cat, Snuffles (x). You discovered the small black and white cat meowing outside the Weasley’s home a week after Fred died or vanished rather. Snuffles was ragged and thin then, completely opposite of the cat that stood in front of you now meowing for attention.

“Hello Snuffles , have you seen Elliot around?” you asked.  Elliot was your boyfriend. You met him during your job orientation at the ministry. He helped you get back on your feet while you mourned for Fred. He recommended a counselor to you and let you cry for hours about Fred when the pain became unbearable. He surprised you with chocolates on your desk and organized massive dinners to help you not feel alone. Your friendship didn’t instantly blossom into a relationship  that was all Ginny. After watching you mope around for two years, Ginny grew tired of seeing you unhappy. At one of your work parties she saw how you and Elliot connected and decided to play match maker. She pushed you to ask him to lunch or her quidditch games. When you started making excuses to not invite him Ginny would scold you saying If you don’t ask him, I know five other girls that will. It took another year to convince yourself that you were ready to move on, and you were grateful for Elliot’s patience.  You remembered repeating the phrase Fred would want me to be happy over and over to yourself every time Elliot invited you out. Now you couldn’t imagine a life without him. You were head over heels in love with Elliot. He was handsome, funny, and spoiled you rotten with affection. Both your parents and the Weasley’s approved wholeheartedly of him. George sometimes consulted him for business advice, since Elliot worked in the department of magical cooperation at the ministry. Ron, Harry, and Elliot sometimes took guys trips down to quidditch matches for the weekend. Now after a year of dating, you decided to move in together at a cozy two bedroom flat in London. However, now that Fred was back part of you felt guilty dating Elliot. There is nothing to be guilty for you told yourself. Fred let you believe he was dead for five years. He let his friends, family, and girlfriend suffer for years. I deserve to be with someone who was there for me and made me happy. You made your way to the kitchen counter and found a note written in neat handwriting sitting on the counter.

Darling,

Something came up at work. Hopefully I will be back later this evening. I made your favorite, steak and potatoes, and left it in the fridge for you. Owl me if you need me.

I love you,

Elliot

You considered owling him, no doubt he would come home in an instant if he knew you were upset. However, you needed to calm down first before you would be able to tell him anything. Perhaps a nice long soak in the bath and dinner would help. Though you didn’t have much of an appetite now, perhaps you would have one after you calmed down. After promising Snuffles you would feed him soon, you made your way to your bathroom and started filling the tub making sure to drop a few soap petals in. Upon returning you found your cat patiently waiting by his bowl for food. Snuffles must’ve sensed your grim mood and decided to extend his patience . Had this been any other day, your cat would’ve hoped onto the counter and started to lick the fruit in the fruit basket and glare at you when you told him to get down. You nodded your head in a silent thank you for your cat’s generosity and proceeded to fill his bowl.

When you returned to the bathroom, your tub was full and brimming with bubbles. As you sank into the tup, your mind filled with thoughts of Fred. You remembered the summer you spent together, the year before he supposedly died.


~*~*~*~*~

“Come on Y/N the water’s fine. Why are you so reluctant to jump in?” Fred frowned. You looked into the water. Normally, you were all for swimming, but that was in clear water. However, this water was anything but clear. The lake was full of opaque chocolate colored water that hid everything that lay bellow the surface. What if there was a big fish that would pull you down the moment you jumped in?  What if there was a squid in the water…were there fresh water squids? “Y/N as much as I love seeing you in that sultry swim suit, I’m positive that it would look even better under water.” You couldn’t help but giggle at Fred.

“Fred, what if something drags me underwater?” you asked as you sat down on the dock.

“Babe, I promise you that my splashing and screaming scared off any scary fish,” Fred reassured you. “The only fish you have to fear is me.” Before you could recognize what was happening, Fred pulled you off the dock kicking and screaming. After a minute of flailing, you realized Fred was cradling you in his arms.

“Fred, that was terrifying,” You frowned crossing your arms.

“Hey, I got you in the water though didn’t I?” when your scowl didn’t budge Fred continued. “I’m sorry babe, I really am, but at least I get to hold you.” You felt color rushing to your cheeks as you became aware of Fred’s arms around you.

“Fine, but that still doesn’t get you off the hook for pulling me into the murky lake,” you teased. Fred smirked and freed you from his arms forcing you to stand on the muddy ground. Before you could protest, his lips were on yours slowly filling your body with warmth. As his lips traced your jawline, his hands dug into your back making you let out a low moan in pleasure. When his lips reached that tender spot on your neck, you swooned into his arms that were outstretched to catch you.

“Oy! Lovebirds,” you broke away from Fred to discover an annoyed George, embarrassed Ron, and smirking Ginny. “This lake is not your personal love pool. Keep it kiss free.” Your cheeks were definitely beyond cherry red now. instead of apologizing, Fred began laughing a hearty laugh.

“I know you’re just jealous I have Y/N and Angelina couldn’t visit today.” Rather than dignify his brother with a response, George proceeded to jump in, dousing the two of you with gallons of dirty lake water.

“We can’t let him get away with that right Y/N?” Fred winked as he swam toward his brother. The whole lake broke out into an outrageous water battle for the rest of the afternoon. Water flew everywhere, and by the end you didn’t care about whether the lake was clear or murky.

When you emerged from the lake and Fred covered you with a towel you couldn’t help but thank him for getting you in the water.

“Thanks for getting me in the water; I had a great time,” you laughed as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

“What did I tell you Y/N?” Fred smiled. “I’m full of good ideas including this one.” His cool lips found your neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips.


~*~*~*~

When you woke from your daydream, the water was no longer warm and most of the bubbles had subsided. Your cat sat on your sink watching your face intently. No point in staying any longer in a lukewarm bath. Quickly, you finished washing yourself up and slipped into your comfy pjs and the fluffiest robe you could find. An hour had passed while you were in the tub, but you were still not hungry for dinner. You had too many emotions in your head. Fred was your first love, and your only love before Elliot. Would your relationship ever return to its former glory, one full of laughter and happy memories? What if all you could see when you look at him was pain and his lifeless body in the hall? Your heart ached from the reopened wound, and you wished you could quell this pain. The longer you thought about it there the more painful it felt. You curled up into a ball on your bed, the emotions from today taking a toll on your body. You cried for the man you lost, the secrets that he kept, and the future that was taken from you. The Fred that stood before you was a ghost. Though you could see him and hear him, he was not someone you could hold close again.

The story continues (x)

Lake Mohegan and the Cascades

If you’re coming from Bridgeport via I-95, take exit 24, turn right, then hang a left to go up Black Rock Turnpike until you see Burroughs Road. Take that right. Follow it down, past the house with the weird, light-up numbers, past the soccer field, and you’ll reach Fairfield Woods Road. Go right again, then take your first left at the stop sign onto Morehouse Highway. Follow Morehouse until the end.

The time I went this way with my boyfriend, Aaron, who was new to the area, he thought the only option at the bottom of Morehouse was to take a left. The route straight was obstructed by a locked metal gate covered with reflective orange tape. But I had a key.

Behind the gate lies a small, poorly-maintained road which leads around and down to a wooded area on the rear end of Lake Mohegan. It’s a manmade lake that was once a gravel quarry back in the ‘50s. The town of Fairfield bought the then-defunct quarry in 1961 and routed the Mill River to fill it up, ultimately making a pleasant beach area for the locals. Once the quarry was full of water and the sand was brought in, the townsfolk came in droves. Both sides of the lake would attract bathers and sunseekers of all types. The main part of the lake always had three lifeguards on duty, but at the rear end of the lake, where it’s fed by the river, there’s a deceptively strong current and no lifeguard stations.

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The House That Ate Me Up

A story by Kelsey Grace Pfeifer (cricketscrushedincars)

Author’s Note: This story is true… it all happened to me. I am scared to tell this out loud for the first time, but I feel I am strong enough now. I know it is long- but it did happen over a really long period of time. Enjoy, and I’d love any stories back and such :)

 ——-

My grandmother was a psychic. It doesn’t matter the level of belief of whomever might read these words- I will forever believe in things unseen to close-minded eyes, and my grandmother is the perfect example of why.

She was spun of fine french heritage and held an air of aristocracy that was rare and surprisingly without condescension. She was a regal, yet tiny, woman… and was the last human one would ever think to be abnormal.

According to my aunt’s and mother, there was never a time when she didn’t have visions or premonitions. She would have them so often, and they would be so accurate, there was little question whether or not to heed their warnings. She once told my Aunt Kat to refrain from going on a school trip to Fox Lake, Illinois. She cried and begged her, but my aunt resisted. That day my aunt ventured out onto the lake on a snowmobile- normally a safe activity considering the medievally brutal winters suffered in the American midwest. But by some unknown force, my aunt’s snowmobile broke the ice and she went down with it. She survived- but barely, and the hypothermia damaged her internal organs irrevocably.

My grandmother also would wake up from sleep screaming phrases, turn on the television, and everything would be elucidated. She once screamed out- “The plane is down! They’re all dead! Oh my God they’re all dead…” and turned on the television to find a plane crash at Chicago O’Hare Airport. Most famously, she once yelled “My furs are burning!” only to find her drycleaners burning down on the evening news.

Perhaps the instance that will stick with me forever will be one involving my mother. My mother was older when myself and twin brother were conceived, and had previously had quite a lot of trouble keeping children to term. She found out she was pregnant, and not two minutes later did her mother call and tell her it was twins. 

Why mention any of this? Perhaps because it makes me sound a little more reasonable. 

The women in our family have all inherited ‘gifts’ from my grandmother. Some have her premonitions, some her empathetic talents of reading auras and personalities. My mother garnered her intuition and almost ungodly luck. I received something a bit different.

My grandmother left my lake house for the last time when I was six-years old. I screamed and thrashed and threw such an epic tantrum that my mother started crying herself out of frustration. It was viciously out of character for me- a normally soft-spoken child. However, I refused to let go of my grandmother. Mainly because I knew I would never see her again. 

I didn’t. She died only weeks later after a fatal stroke. But my mother never forgot my odd behavior, and as I grew older she always noticed things that seemed out of the ordinary. 

I would dream of dead relatives of hers, spelling out messages of mainly guidance. I became jumpy, and would jump even when there wasn’t anything in the room, just because ‘something’ startled me. I was always scared of ghosts, even though at that young of an age no one had ever explained them to me. My whole body shook at the mention.

It was only when I moved to Wisconsin that things took a turn I wish they hadn’t.  

It started with a picture of a little girl in my bedroom window. A brunette little girl. I was blonde at the time we bought the house and this picture was taken as I stood next to my mother. In our backyard. There was no one else in the house.

The little girl didn’t really come back until a few years later. My room was always significantly colder than the rest of our early 20th century home, but my family chalked it up to being part of a ‘newer wing.’ However, I knew it was cold for a different reason.

A psychic later in life told me that I should have gotten out of there the minute we moved in. Everyone who has known me before and since we moved from there is astonished by the difference in my personality. To best describe it- my room devoured me. Anything happy in my life… it took. Anything exciting… it dulled. Anything beautiful… it destroyed.

The little girl rarely moved. Occasionally I’d see her in different parts of the house, but mainly she sat right in front of my face every night and day when I would lie down in my bed. I knew she was harmless… lonely the best adjective for her demeanor, but she would become scared, and that scared me to no end.

I had taken a vow off of anything having to do with horror or ghosts at a young age, but one night my twin brother and I were watching “10 Most Haunted Places in America” in our damp basement. I had complained to my mother numerous times about the light in my room turning on at random times during the middle of the night. She had the whole house’s electric checked and everything was normal- so no abnormalities. Rick, my twin, had gone upstairs momentarily, leaving me to watch the program by myself. They were talking about some mansion in the west when the dialogue stated, “And all the lights would go off at once.”

The lights in the basement went black.

I ran faster than I ever have to get Rick. He went to check the lights and he said the switch had just been turned down- like I had simply flipped the switch and turned the television off. Problem was- I hadn’t moved from the couch.

The basement was never a positive place for me either. It was where I developed a serious alcohol problem during my senior year of high school. But before that, there were more weird instances. You could not go down without feeling like someone was watching you. Things would disappear or break so easily. But on my 13th birthday, things started getting out of hand. 

My friends had dared Rick to come down to the basement and give me a hug (the “OMG a boy in our class is hanging at this party too!” kind of mentality). He was a strong kid before the house took him too. But that night something was wrong. He picked me up in an enthusiastic bear hug, and next thing I knew I was on the ground, ankle twisted in such a grotesque way it looked out of a horror film.

There was no way he should’ve dropped me. He didn’t even know how it happened. I was just on the floor with a cracked ankle.

Fast-forward a few weeks, and I was still in a cast and on crutches. Being the ever effervescent child, I had tied ribbon bows right above the handles. After a tough day at school, I came home and put my crutches by my bedside before limping off to a shower.  

I was healing nicely, but I still had to keep the cast out of the bath to not get it wet. About three minutes in there was a loud POP! and the shower curtain closed in on me, causing me to fall and re-crack my ankle. I have tried to recreate this scene many times, and there is no way to do so. It requires immense force to physically wrap a shower curtain around a human being, so it could not have been a wind draft- my only plausible explanation.

Cold and terrified, I got out of the shower as quick as I could, running into my room.

And that’s when I noticed the crutches.

The ribbons were below the handles- not above like I had put them on.

I couldn’t stop screaming, and my mother came in with salt for her home-remedy house cleanse sorta thing. This became a common occurrence throughout my years at the house. Especially in high school.

In high school I had a lovely friend who loved ghost television shows like “A Haunting” and “Ghost Hunters.” She told me a story about how she would wake up to a dark man in what looked like a top hat, standing above her. He would rearrange her room- but other than scare her, he wouldn’t harm her.

About a year later I started seeing my own dark man.

I have never publicly aired this story before, and as I type, I am terrified of what might happen. You see, I don’t know if the man was attached to the house or to me, and I might never find out.

He showed up around the time the little girl by my bedside started getting scared. He would stand in front of my closet… just looming. He was nearly as tall as my ceiling, and he loved it when I was in pain. In fact, many people have told me that he was probably there even before I could see him.

At 3:24am every morning I would wake up. On the dot. For about a year. My mood this year went from normal happy teenager to a depressed sociopath. I didn’t care about anyone, anything, especially myself.

Previously diagnosed with BED (Binge Eating Disorder), I began to starve myself- for fun. Not for any other reason. No triggers or control issues… just for the pure sake of I felt like I needed to hurt myself. I became malicious and unpredictable… spending days doing nothing but staring at walls or my computer. 

My room became even colder. My parents stopped recognizing me. I became an alcoholic and manic depressive to dangerous stages. Self-harm seemed just a side hobby. The pride I felt from hurting myself and anyone else around me was like a drug. But I knew it wasn’t me.

I never wanted to hurt myself. I definitely never wanted to hurt others. Everything I did made me sick. And it drained me. I looked and acted dead. 

When I went away to college, everything changed. It was like a complete 180. It wasn’t until two years when my parents finally sold the house that I saw a psychic about it.

The house wasn’t letting me go. Every time I was home it had me again… and the starving, self-harm, and darkness came back. My parents were understandably exhausted. But this time there was a difference. If I left the house, even for thirty minutes or so, I was happy-go-lucky and how I was at college. To this day I’ve never experienced anything like it.

My last week in my room, I did no packing. It was if it wouldn’t let me. I packed everything the day of the move- and it was the hardest task I have ever accomplished. The lights would go on and off all night long… and 3:24am was again a constant. 

But I got out.

And then I went to a psychic, who had never been to my home and who hadn’t seen me in 4 years.

“Was your room blue? Like a turquoise” she asked out-of-the-blue at the end of our session.

“Yeah.”

“Your room did not like you.” She gathered a puzzled look upon her face. Like she was translating from a different language.

“I know.”

“No, Kels, you don’t understand. It wanted you dead. There was a soul-sucker… a very aggravated spirit, very malicious, and he thrived on your pain. He took any happiness you had. There was no hope for you.” She began to shiver, as if the room had dropped about 20 degrees, “Oh God, your room was so cold wasn’t it?”

“Freezing.”

“There was no life left. He took everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone died because of your room. A couple.” And that’s all she said before ending the session.

But I already knew she was right. About a year earlier we had received a magazine in the mail featuring our house. A couple who had owned it awhile before my family had committed suicide together to spare themselves from dying of cancer or something similar. It talked about how it was unexpected to friends, but not to family. They’d seen what the house had done.

After years of this, I finally told my parents everything that the psychic had said- and how it was true. My mother broke down into tears. My father simply told me a brief tale…

“One summer, when you were at the cabin up north, I was home just watching tv. I started hearing the floor wood cracking (this was not uncommon) but then I heard footsteps. They were in your room. Then they went into our room. I could hear them through the ceiling. I started walking upstairs and saw someone run into your room. I thought you might have come home to surprise me (also not uncommon), so I went into your room. There was no one there. I checked your bathroom- nothing. Then I heard someone going down the stairs, and I guess what I’m asking is- did the little girl by your bed have brown hair?" 

Start Over (jack gilinsky)

I propped up my pillow behind my head, and strangely listened for the silence.
Peace at last.
Today had been a heck of a day at work and all I truly wanted was to sleep, although it wasn’t even 9.
But that was cut off by the doorbell.
“For goodness sake” I mumbled to myself.
I got up to see the one and only jack gilinsky, standing in the rain.
“Hey babe” I let him in.
“Hey y/n.” He sighed, nervously “could we talk?”
He dropped his hands into his pockets, something he did when it was important.
“Sure”
I led him to the kitchen where I poured him some tea. Although gilinsky hated tea, I wouldn’t take no for answer. He looked as if he had just jumped into a lake!
I hopped onto the counter and raised my eyebrows.
“So, what’s up?”
“This isn’t easy to say, but I think we should stop seeing each other.”
“What. Why?”
I jumped down, was he really breaking up with me?
“Look. You know how you believe in true love and that everyone should end up with their soul mate. I found my soul mate.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
He swallowed before speaking again.
“It’s not you…”

*3-4 MONTHS LATER*
Your POV:
After gilinsky broke my heart I stopped keeping in touch with all my friends, going outside or even taking care of myself. For three months I suffered. But today would be the day I would start over; Erase all the bad memories and finally socialise and meet new people. I would go out, like a new person- I promise myself.
I choose some high waisted, black ripped jeans and a pair of heels that match with my white (slightly cropped) top. Then brush my hair and let it fall down my shoulders. I put on some basic make up and a pair of diamond earrings that gilinsky got me a long time ago, around the time when we first met. With that I grab my bag and walk out of my house.
I decide to go shopping first.
Seeing as they say ‘New wardrobe, New me!’. I stop by a few shops before going into top shop. This was by far one of my favourite shops. God, I hadn’t been here in a long time. I browse through clothing, searching for one skirt in particular. As I do this I trip backwards on my heels.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” Asks a girl behind me, helping me up.
“I’m fine, thank you”
I brush some dust off my clothes.
“Y/n?”
How does she know my name.
My head shoots up.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
It’s been three months, there’s a great chance that I could have forgotten who she is.
“It’s me, Madison!”
“Oh, umm sorry, I don’t know anyone called Madison”
“Well, technically we never met. But I’ve heard so much about you!”
This is getting creepy, I think to myself. Who told her about me?
A tall figure walks up to her.
“Hey, babe. Have you chosen what you want?”
This voice I recognise within seconds.
“Jack” I breathe.
“Y/n? What a nice surprise”
A nice surprise? A nice surprise would be if a ton of bricks fell on top of his head. Now that would be a nice surprise.
“Are you two together” I partially swallow the last word.
“Yeah we are! Isn’t that great? He’s soooo great and amazing and cute! We’re like, in love” Madison nearly shouts out of nowhere.
Jack turns a pale red.
“We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together, aren’t we, babe?”
She nearly shouts again.
But that knocks a little part of me down. Jack and I used to plan to live together.
I look away, hating every part of myself for coming here.
“Ok, that’s enough about us” Jack tries to stop her.
“I can’t cause it’s about my beautiful boyfriend! Next he’ll ask me to stop breathing”
She laughs at her own joke.
“No, next I’ll ask you to stop talking” jack says under his breath, so she can’t hear.
Madison rambles on a bit about jack and her relationship. Like and idiot, I stand and pretend to pay attention.
Where is that god damn skirt? I think to myself.
“Look, it’s been great seeing you both,” I lie “but I’m in a rush. So, see you around”
With that I walk out of the shop.

Gilinsky’s POV:
Y/n looked so good. Her beautiful brown hair flowing down her shoulders, her make up done so perfectly. She was one of the rare girls who didn’t cake herself with makeup. I used to love her for it.
Her smile, God I missed her smile. She seemed so happy, even when she saw me with Madison.
“She left so quickly”
States my girlfriend, then hands me a pile of clothing she wants me to buy for her.
Y/n was generous, I remember. She would never let me buy her anything. But I wanted to so I would get her little gifts every now and then, and make up a fake occasion for it. Like the diamond earrings I once got her when we met. She was wearing them today. They looked so beautiful on her.
I find myself comparing her to Madison as i walk up to the cashier.
And then a part of me tells my guts to run, run out of the shop and down the street and find her. A crazy, energetic, fanatic part of me. But it’s the part of me that is always right. And It’s not my brain telling me to do it this time. It’s my heart.

Your POV:
I can’t help but wonder if jacks happy. I find him entering and slowly overtaking my mind. Something that often happened after he left me.
The street is narrow, and as I walk down I can hear the sound of feet approaching, very quickly.
I turn around, only to meet gilinsky’s eyes.
“Y/n,” he says out of breath “I didn’t get a chance to speak to you”
He did, the three months I cried my eyes out.
“Then Speak” I ordered
“Well, I’m gonna get straight to the point. My brain messed with me three months ago. It lied to me. Sent me to the wrong person. Now I’m listening to my heart. And I want you back”

So idk about this one :/ message me if you want a part two 😘💕

The House That Ate Me Up

Submitted by: Kelsey Grace Pfeifer (http://cricketscrushedincars.tumblr.com/)

Author’s Note: This story is true… it all happened to me. I am scared to tell this out loud for the first time, but I feel I am strong enough now. I know it is long- but it did happen over a really long period of time. Enjoy, and I’d love any stories back and such :)

 ——-

My grandmother was a psychic. It doesn’t matter the level of belief of whomever might read these words- I will forever believe in things unseen to close-minded eyes, and my grandmother is the perfect example of why.

She was spun of fine french heritage and held an air of aristocracy that was rare and surprisingly without condescension. She was a regal, yet tiny, woman… and was the last human one would ever think to be abnormal.

According to my aunt’s and mother, there was never a time when she didn’t have visions or premonitions. She would have them so often, and they would be so accurate, there was little question whether or not to heed their warnings. She once told my Aunt Kat to refrain from going on a school trip to Fox Lake, Illinois. She cried and begged her, but my aunt resisted. That day my aunt ventured out onto the lake on a snowmobile- normally a safe activity considering the medievally brutal winters suffered in the American midwest. But by some unknown force, my aunt’s snowmobile broke the ice and she went down with it. She survived- but barely, and the hypothermia damaged her internal organs irrevocably.

My grandmother also would wake up from sleep screaming phrases, turn on the television, and everything would be elucidated. She once screamed out- “The plane is down! They’re all dead! Oh my God they’re all dead…” and turned on the television to find a plane crash at Chicago O’Hare Airport. Most famously, she once yelled “My furs are burning!” only to find her drycleaners burning down on the evening news.

Perhaps the instance that will stick with me forever will be one involving my mother. My mother was older when myself and twin brother were conceived, and had previously had quite a lot of trouble keeping children to term. She found out she was pregnant, and not two minutes later did her mother call and tell her it was twins. 

Why mention any of this? Perhaps because it makes me sound a little more reasonable. 

The women in our family have all inherited ‘gifts’ from my grandmother. Some have her premonitions, some her empathetic talents of reading auras and personalities. My mother garnered her intuition and almost ungodly luck. I received something a bit different.

My grandmother left my lake house for the last time when I was six-years old. I screamed and thrashed and threw such an epic tantrum that my mother started crying herself out of frustration. It was viciously out of character for me- a normally soft-spoken child. However, I refused to let go of my grandmother. Mainly because I knew I would never see her again. 

I didn’t. She died only weeks later after a fatal stroke. But my mother never forgot my odd behavior, and as I grew older she always noticed things that seemed out of the ordinary. 

I would dream of dead relatives of hers, spelling out messages of mainly guidance. I became jumpy, and would jump even when there wasn’t anything in the room, just because ‘something’ startled me. I was always scared of ghosts, even though at that young of an age no one had ever explained them to me. My whole body shook at the mention.

It was only when I moved to Wisconsin that things took a turn I wish they hadn’t.  

It started with a picture of a little girl in my bedroom window. A brunette little girl. I was blonde at the time we bought the house and this picture was taken as I stood next to my mother. In our backyard. There was no one else in the house.

The little girl didn’t really come back until a few years later. My room was always significantly colder than the rest of our early 20th century home, but my family chalked it up to being part of a ‘newer wing.’ However, I knew it was cold for a different reason.

A psychic later in life told me that I should have gotten out of there the minute we moved in. Everyone who has known me before and since we moved from there is astonished by the difference in my personality. To best describe it- my room devoured me. Anything happy in my life… it took. Anything exciting… it dulled. Anything beautiful… it destroyed.

The little girl rarely moved. Occasionally I’d see her in different parts of the house, but mainly she sat right in front of my face every night and day when I would lie down in my bed. I knew she was harmless… lonely the best adjective for her demeanor, but she would become scared, and that scared me to no end.

I had taken a vow off of anything having to do with horror or ghosts at a young age, but one night my twin brother and I were watching “10 Most Haunted Places in America” in our damp basement. I had complained to my mother numerous times about the light in my room turning on at random times during the middle of the night. She had the whole house’s electric checked and everything was normal- so no abnormalities. Rick, my twin, had gone upstairs momentarily, leaving me to watch the program by myself. They were talking about some mansion in the west when the dialogue stated, “And all the lights would go off at once.”

The lights in the basement went black.

I ran faster than I ever have to get Rick. He went to check the lights and he said the switch had just been turned down- like I had simply flipped the switch and turned the television off. Problem was- I hadn’t moved from the couch.

The basement was never a positive place for me either. It was where I developed a serious alcohol problem during my senior year of high school. But before that, there were more weird instances. You could not go down without feeling like someone was watching you. Things would disappear or break so easily. But on my 13th birthday, things started getting out of hand. 

My friends had dared Rick to come down to the basement and give me a hug (the “OMG a boy in our class is hanging at this party too!” kind of mentality). He was a strong kid before the house took him too. But that night something was wrong. He picked me up in an enthusiastic bear hug, and next thing I knew I was on the ground, ankle twisted in such a grotesque way it looked out of a horror film.

There was no way he should’ve dropped me. He didn’t even know how it happened. I was just on the floor with a cracked ankle.

Fast-forward a few weeks, and I was still in a cast and on crutches. Being the ever effervescent child, I had tied ribbon bows right above the handles. After a tough day at school, I came home and put my crutches by my bedside before limping off to a shower.  

I was healing nicely, but I still had to keep the cast out of the bath to not get it wet. About three minutes in there was a loud POP! and the shower curtain closed in on me, causing me to fall and re-crack my ankle. I have tried to recreate this scene many times, and there is no way to do so. It requires immense force to physically wrap a shower curtain around a human being, so it could not have been a wind draft- my only plausible explanation.

Cold and terrified, I got out of the shower as quick as I could, running into my room.

And that’s when I noticed the crutches.

The ribbons were below the handles- not above like I had put them on.

I couldn’t stop screaming, and my mother came in with salt for her home-remedy house cleanse sorta thing. This became a common occurrence throughout my years at the house. Especially in high school.

In high school I had a lovely friend who loved ghost television shows like “A Haunting” and “Ghost Hunters.” She told me a story about how she would wake up to a dark man in what looked like a top hat, standing above her. He would rearrange her room- but other than scare her, he wouldn’t harm her.

About a year later I started seeing my own dark man.

I have never publicly aired this story before, and as I type, I am terrified of what might happen. You see, I don’t know if the man was attached to the house or to me, and I might never find out.

He showed up around the time the little girl by my bedside started getting scared. He would stand in front of my closet… just looming. He was nearly as tall as my ceiling, and he loved it when I was in pain. In fact, many people have told me that he was probably there even before I could see him.

At 3:24am every morning I would wake up. On the dot. For about a year. My mood this year went from normal happy teenager to a depressed sociopath. I didn’t care about anyone, anything, especially myself.

Previously diagnosed with BED (Binge Eating Disorder), I began to starve myself- for fun. Not for any other reason. No triggers or control issues… just for the pure sake of I felt like I needed to hurt myself. I became malicious and unpredictable… spending days doing nothing but staring at walls or my computer. 

My room became even colder. My parents stopped recognizing me. I became an alcoholic and manic depressive to dangerous stages. Self-harm seemed just a side hobby. The pride I felt from hurting myself and anyone else around me was like a drug. But I knew it wasn’t me.

I never wanted to hurt myself. I definitely never wanted to hurt others. Everything I did made me sick. And it drained me. I looked and acted dead. 

When I went away to college, everything changed. It was like a complete 180. It wasn’t until two years when my parents finally sold the house that I saw a psychic about it.

The house wasn’t letting me go. Every time I was home it had me again… and the starving, self-harm, and darkness came back. My parents were understandably exhausted. But this time there was a difference. If I left the house, even for thirty minutes or so, I was happy-go-lucky and how I was at college. To this day I’ve never experienced anything like it.

My last week in my room, I did no packing. It was if it wouldn’t let me. I packed everything the day of the move- and it was the hardest task I have ever accomplished. The lights would go on and off all night long… and 3:24am was again a constant. 

But I got out.

And then I went to a psychic, who had never been to my home and who hadn’t seen me in 4 years.

“Was your room blue? Like a turquoise” she asked out-of-the-blue at the end of our session.

“Yeah.”

“Your room did not like you.” She gathered a puzzled look upon her face. Like she was translating from a different language.

“I know.”

“No, Kels, you don’t understand. It wanted you dead. There was a soul-sucker… a very aggravated spirit, very malicious, and he thrived on your pain. He took any happiness you had. There was no hope for you.” She began to shiver, as if the room had dropped about 20 degrees, “Oh God, your room was so cold wasn’t it?”

“Freezing.”

“There was no life left. He took everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone died because of your room. A couple.” And that’s all she said before ending the session.

But I already knew she was right. About a year earlier we had received a magazine in the mail featuring our house. A couple who had owned it awhile before my family had committed suicide together to spare themselves from dying of cancer or something similar. It talked about how it was unexpected to friends, but not to family. They’d seen what the house had done.

After years of this, I finally told my parents everything that the psychic had said- and how it was true. My mother broke down into tears. My father simply told me a brief tale…

“One summer, when you were at the cabin up north, I was home just watching tv. I started hearing the floor wood cracking (this was not uncommon) but then I heard footsteps. They were in your room. Then they went into our room. I could hear them through the ceiling. I started walking upstairs and saw someone run into your room. I thought you might have come home to surprise me (also not uncommon), so I went into your room. There was no one there. I checked your bathroom- nothing. Then I heard someone going down the stairs, and I guess what I’m asking is- did the little girl by your bed have brown hair?" 

Credits to: Kelsey Grace Pfeifer (http://cricketscrushedincars.tumblr.com/)